Song Hao's meaning, he will no longer be our upline in the future, because of our good performance, we were completely transferred out of the Harbin City Police Department and under the management of the Provincial Public Security Department. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I've had similar speculations before, especially the last time I investigated Deng Wubin, Song Hao already had the intention of leaving us alone.

I feel in my heart that although Song Hao occasionally fools people and talks big things, he is okay with me and his beard. It wouldn't be bad if I and Beard had been following this line.

I communicated with him on the phone, which meant that I didn't want to leave him, and I also hoped that he would talk to the police and continue to be on the line. Of course, I say this both in the sense of the scene and in the heart.

Song Hao kept smiling, and told me very clearly, saying that he was just a little policeman, earning a dead salary every month, and he didn't have so much power to decide whether to take us or not, and he appropriately revealed something, saying that our new upline is a cow, let us cherish it.

I can feel that the two of us can't change the line. I changed the subject again and wanted to ask him out for dinner. After all, we have cooperated before, so let's get together and disperse.

Song Hao politely refused, but he emphasized that if we have something uncertain in the future, we can find him. He helped his staff.

In the end, Song Hao said an address, in fact, it was the farmhouse that we often met before, and Song Hao asked the two of us to go over and meet the new line.

I said a few more kind words and hung up the phone.

My life with Beard is destined to be a hard life. Unable to continue enjoying the good time of the evening, we changed into a trench coat and set off in a hurry.

The two of us took a taxi first, went to the vicinity of the farmhouse, and then changed to walking, and walked over vigilantly.

When I came to the gate of the farmhouse, I stared at the haystack and made a sneaky observation. The haystack was just an ornament, and a motorcycle was parked in it.

Beard didn't feel much about this motorcycle, but I looked at it and my heart tightened. I know it too well, the other night ago, the iron donkey and the hunchbacked man were riding this motorcycle to pretend to be robbers, and what impressed me the most was that a small red flag was planted on the handlebar of this motorcycle.

Seeing that I was always staring at the motorcycle, he asked puzzledly, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

I didn't want to say anything more to the beard, so I just shook my head and said it was nothing. The beard came first, and I followed, and the beard knocked on the door of the farmhouse.

The beard is neither too strong nor too small, but it has a sense of rhythm. There was no movement in the farmhouse. Beard and I looked at each other, and Beard said, it can't be that the new launch hasn't come yet, right?

I can't answer, and for this little, we can't find Song Hao anymore.

The beard had another plan, and tried to push the courtyard door. The door was unlocked, and it opened with a creak.

The beard went inside. He and I really didn't expect that the gate of this courtyard would be passive, and suddenly, a black thing fell, and it was buckled on the head of the beard improperly.

It's an iron basin, and there's no water in it. The beard wasn't badly smashed, but the fuck was that there was a rope tied around the edge of the basin with a small rock attached to the end.

The moment the iron basin was fastened to the beard's head, the small stone was pulled by the rope, and fell down for a while, and finally smashed on the crotch of the beard's pants very accurately.

The whole head of the beard was buckled in the basin, and because of the pain in the sensitive parts, he snorted sullenly.

I hurriedly moved to take the basin off. At this time, there was a laugh of a man in the farmhouse.

He was dressed in black, and he was sitting on a small bench in the corner, which was really hard to spot if he didn't pay attention.

The beard covered the crotch of his pants, and I helped him and asked him how he was? The beard grinned and shook his head, indicating that it was nothing serious.

The man in black stopped sitting, stood up, and strode over. He was very dissatisfied with Beard's behavior just now, and muttered, "Your vigilance is too little, if you keep doing this, how can we become colleagues in the future?"

I looked at him through the moonlight, he was an iron donkey, especially his long face, which was too representative.

Beard didn't have much of an impression of the iron donkey, but for the sake of him being our new line, Beard didn't say much.

I stared at the donkey, and he looked at me, and after a while, the donkey said, "Since I am your new leader, the rules must be according to my standards in the future." ”

He told us both to take a break and stand upright. This is what the army usually does, and I have neither been soldiers nor experienced this kind of training, and we are very irregular when we are shouted by the iron donkey.

The iron donkey continued to shake his head dissatisfied, according to what he said, the military posture is very important, and it is also the full embodiment of a person's spirit, so standing must meet the standard.

He gave a demonstration. I found that he didn't look at him as a fat man, but he really had a hand when he stood up in a military posture. I even took a critical look at it, and I couldn't even find the slightest fault.

The iron donkey said a series of precautions to me and the beard. I'm good to say, the beard is miserable. Maybe the beard was born a thief, and he has the brand of a thief in his bones. When the iron donkey asked us to stand, pay attention to the abdomen and chest, I did nothing after doing so, it was difficult to tighten the abdomen when the beard was upright, and when the abdomen was tucked, the waist board was subconsciously affected, and it arched down on its own, looking embarrassed.

The iron donkey was so angry that he couldn't help but scold his beard. The beard's straight temper has come up again, and you don't deal with the iron donkey.

When I watched from here, I really couldn't understand what the police were thinking. I thought to myself, why did you get these two enemies together?

I didn't want them to spend too much energy on such a boring thing, so I persuaded them appropriately. I also ordered the iron donkey, "Come to us this time, do you have a mission?"

The iron donkey glared at his beard, and finally waved his hand and said, "Let's stand here today's military posture, let's go to the house and get down to business." ”

We followed him into a tiled house. There's a big pot here filled with fried rice.

The iron donkey found three large bowls and made three bowls of rice in a pointed way.

Each of us holds a bowl. There were no chairs next to the stove, so I squatted on the ground with Beard and the iron donkey.

Iron Donkey said that tonight's business was to eat fried rice together. I couldn't believe my ears, and I was once again defeated by the logic of such a new boss.

The beard was happy, saying that he was hungry and worried about something to eat.

We didn't have chopsticks, and the iron donkey took the lead in eating pilaf. I can't describe how I felt at this moment, anyway, I felt that I was holding a big handful of fried rice with both hands, greasy.

Iron Donkey is very strange, and he is not satisfied with the attitude of the two of us eating, especially when he chirps, he emphasized, "When you eat, you must be like a master, you two look at me." ”

I stared at the iron donkey for a while, and I only felt that the iron donkey was not very good, and I didn't think he was a man. And the beard couldn't help but try.

I have to say, the beard's teeth are so good, he chirped like this, I heard a click, and I believe I was right, once a spark burst out of the beard's teeth.

The Iron Donkey must have known the secret of the beard's mouth for a long time, and he was not surprised by it.

We ate for a while, and when half the bowl of rice had been destroyed, the iron donkey said, "Look closely at this fried rice, isn't it strange that the eggs in it are strange?"

I observed. The eggs in this rice are not very yellow, but have a milky white feeling.

I guessed and asked, "Is it made of egg whites?"

The iron donkey smiled evilly and told me that this was not a real egg, it was all a man's liquid that was used as an egg after it had been fried. And look at the shredded meat in the rice, you know? It's all human flesh.

I thought the fried rice tasted strange, fishy and astringent, I thought this rice was fried by an iron donkey, and he must have poured the rice into the pot without waiting for the oil to boil completely.

But now that I look at it, that's not the case at all. I and Beard are not chicks, and when we assisted in the investigation of the case before, we also ate human flesh, so we were not too afraid of human flesh or not, but it was the word liquid that disgusted the two of us.

I stopped eating my beard, turned my head and threw myself on the ground. The beard spit out so thoroughly that he even picked his throat and made himself vomit several times.

In response to this matter, the iron donkey educated the two of us again. Anyway, it means he doesn't care about it.

Finally the beard and I lost our appetite, and we squatted beside the iron donkey, just watching him eat.

The iron donkey ate up all the rice in his bowl and burped up the truth to the two of us. He said that this fried rice is nothing special, and the reason why he just said ** and human flesh or something, completely teasing us again, also wants to indirectly cultivate the willpower of the two of us.

I found out that I had only been in the farmhouse with Beard for a long time, and I had been teased by him several times. I'm not bad, but I want to fix him without showing a trace, otherwise he won't be addicted to it, and take pleasure in teasing me and his beard every day.

I stared at the rice bowl in front of me and picked it up.

I snuck my fingernail into it. I have slightly long nails. This mouthful, and a broken nail came out.

I hid it in my rice and deliberately pretended not to know about it, and then I pulled out a small ball of rice with my fingernails sticking to it. I handed it to the iron donkey, and emphatically said, "Sir, you said this meal is fine, but how can you eat human nails in it?"

The iron donkey stared at the broken nails, especially the two eyeballs that were as wide as the brass bells.

The iron donkey said again and again that it was impossible, and that he just wanted to scare and scare the two of us, how could he really eat human flesh.

This time he didn't care about me and the beard, and it was his turn to turn his head and vomit.

No matter how much I vomit with my beard, it's just a little dirty, and the iron donkey vomits so much that I can faintly smell the sour smell of the stomach wafting from him.

The beard and I gave the iron donkey time to rest, and I pondered it in my heart.

I guess the reason why the iron donkey makes us eat fake human meat fried rice is not necessarily just to play on the topic, it is likely that we have a task this time, and what does it have to do with human flesh and fried rice.

I'll tell the iron donkey to stop going around in circles, just say it. (To be continued.) )